my_own_advocate | Samsara, Sunday Evening

It wasn't a great idea to keep sticking to old traditions to the letter, Lucifer and Octavia had found last weekend. And so Lucifer had suggested something else for this Sunday night.

Samsara.

It was a place where she felt safe. And it could-- go somewhere else, for a nice change of scenery. "Should we take her to the back of the preserve? Or head further along the coast?" Lucifer asked, as he hopped aboard, basket of food in hand.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer paid no heed to whether she was following behind. The meal he'd brought was, he felt, fairly simple. Just some fish and pineapple and a few other fruits on top of a bed of noodles...

It would be good, though.

He took the noodles and the water kettle he'd brought, and got it hooked up.

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okteiviakom

It was always good.

Eventually, and quietly, Octavia made her way in and slid onto a chair to just... watch him.

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my_own_advocate

Her... kitchen... if you could even call it that, didn't offer much in terms of ways to prepare anything. So he'd flambéd the salmon ahead of time, and while the noodles sat in the hot water-with-spices, Lucifer cut it carefully into thin slices.

He took two plates and divided the salmon across them. Then out came the pineapple, which he cut carefully into petal-shapes. Strawberries into small slices.

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okteiviakom

It was not much of a kitchen, no. But he was working around it.

Beautifully.

(Or maybe Octavia was just really smitten.)

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my_own_advocate

And just like that, all the components were ready. Lucifer made a little bed of noodles on each plate, and then layered salmon, pineapple and strawberry on it piece by piece, constructing a flower of a sorts.

The finishing touch was a little bag of edible flowers in lilacs and yellows. He placed those on top in a circle, giving the whole dish the appearance of a wreath.

He turned around and held out one plate for you. "Your dinner, darling."

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okteiviakom

Octavia reached out for it with both hands, and a tiny smile.

"Thank you. It looks... amazing."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer's mouth curved softly. "A little bit of the ocean and a little bit of the forest, I thought."

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okteiviakom

Well, there was just very little Octavia could say to that.

So instead, as she was setting the plate down on the table in front of her, she was just looking at it. And looking touched, because she could see what he meant.

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my_own_advocate

"And the noodles are from a particularly expensive artisanal brand," Lucifer said, mouth curving as he watched her-- appreciating his work.

The smile grew slightly bigger. "Only the finest wheat for my people, obviously."

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okteiviakom

Octavia gave a soft huff as her gaze reluctantly returned to him.

"You know I won't be able to tell the difference."

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my_own_advocate

"No, but it matters to me," Lucifer said. He slid into a seat with his own plate. "And who knows, perhaps one day you'll surprise me."

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okteiviakom

"Perhaps," Octavia said, giving his foot a little nudge with hers under the table a he was settling down. "And at least I'll enjoy it either way."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer's smile felt almost painful-- not in the stretch of his lips, but the way it touched his eyes. "Ai hod yu in, Σεληνη."

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okteiviakom

Octavia smiled back.

"Ai hod yu in seintaim, skaifaya."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer cleared his throat. "But now," he said, glancing down at his plate, "Enjoy your meal."

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okteiviakom

"Always," Octavia replied.

And dug in.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer settled into his food as well - it was as good as he knew how to make it, which was quite.

But he snuck looks at Octavia from time to time, enjoying... her enjoyment.

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okteiviakom

Octavia seemed to be going about it carefully, like she was looking to preserve as much of the prettiness of how everything was assembled for as long as she could, while still tasting different things with each bite.

It was a quiet but happy sort of enjoyment.

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my_own_advocate

There was something warm in Lucifer's chest, something that seemed to radiate into the rest of him.

He was still smiling as he ate his way through the rest of his dinner.